Rachel snuggled under her covers as the morning sun filtered through her lilac curtains.
She grinned to herself as she basked in the joy of sleeping in on a Tuesday morning.
YES!! One glorious week away from work, with the apartment all to herself. And boy had she been looking forward to this break!
Since her company downsized, she had been worked to the bone, doing the job of two. But on the bright side, her job was secure. Thankfully, she could afford to take some time off during the lull period.
Not one to laze in bed for long, she got up half an hour later.
She had stuff to do! Catch up on her reading, watch her favourite DVDs etc etc.
Humming “Have yourself a merry litte Christmas”, she made herself some toast and savoured her coffee.
Hmmm..she sighed in contentment. No morning rush, no deadlines to meet. She was going to savour every present moment to the last dreg.
She sat at the bay seat, her favourite spot and peered out the window.
All Saints Home, their neighbourhood retirement home was located just across the street. Usually sombre looking, it looked more cheery, almost homely, decked in Christmas decorations.
The other day, she had passed by the Home and saw a notice asking for volunteers to help spread some Christmas cheer on Christmas Eve, which was just two days away.
Since she had nothing scheduled, she made a mental note to pop by later to offer her services.
Who knows? She mused, thirty years down the road, she could be one of the residents, may as well start accumulating good “Karma”.
One could never start planning too early for retirement.
At three and thirty, she was pretty much resigned that the only aisle she would be walking down were the supermarket ones. Not that she minded terribly, but it was seasons like these that she felt a tad lonely at times as her married friends were busy with family.
Her gaze fell on the Nativity Scene at her side table. Baby Jesus lay in his trough, with a cherubic smile, his tiny hands reaching out to her. Enthralled, she picked Him up and held him close to her heart.
“Lord, so its just You and me this Christmas. Poor as I am, let me keep You company and comfort You.”
Comforting Jesus..She had learned this term recently. It was both humbling and comforting. The fact that as mere sinful creatures, we could actually comfort Jesus our Creator, by offering our miseries to Him.
This term had given her much comfort during stressful times, knowing that no suffering was ever wasted. Sometimes it was this blind faith that she hung on to, through the petty drudgeries of daily living.
She knelt down and made her morning offering, a habit she acquired recently.
I offer You my prayers, works,
joys and sufferings
of this day for all the intentions
of Your Sacred Heart,
in union with the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass
throughout the world,
in reparation for my sins,
for the intentions of all my relatives and friends,
and in particular
for the intentions of the Holy Father.
She got up and grinned at the crucifix on the wall.
"Done! I can't wait to see what You have in store for me today. "